Drifting Along

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perched quietly
on a wooden stump
observing nature’s beauty
breathing in the peace

my smile watching
uneven edged white puffs
float on invisible winds
pushed on to the next space

what i would give
to be that billowy cotton
drifting on high
easing into every transition

life on the ground can be hard

 

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